Nostalgia Cycle

I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets
The way the drugs would feel, they were hard to get
The problem is simple, nostalgia cycle
My mind is in a fight against the time that I have left

Hmm, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, yeah
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (woah)
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (woah)
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (ah-ah)

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (ah-ah)
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

I miss the way I felt when I had no regrets
Before I lost myself in so much random sex
I'm sleepin' with strangers, ignorin' the dangers
Scribble my past up, I scrubbed these erasers

Woah-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (woah)
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (woah)
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh (ah-ah)

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time (ah-ah)
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time

And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time
And I feel like I'm livin' on borrowed time, hm
My soul is spent, and I have no regrets
I can't forget, but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand